Dreams gave you a castle in the smog
With a moat made of asphalt
And friendly ghosts under the table
That made the dinner setting float.
You always went straight for the dessert,
Fork and knife would scrape on the uneven porcelain
Until your appetite chipped off and stained the cloth.
Your possibilities turn into simple fractions
That reduce to flight plans and hour blocks.
You jump off, but can't get your career off of the ground.
I disappeared without an act and my applause never did sound.
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